Continuing Education Meets Continual Aging

(This story involves my aunt, who has gone back to college. She is 54 years old. It’s the first day of class and she’s arrived early as she is a very punctual person by nature. She is seated at a desk near the front of the classroom.)

Student #1: “Oh, hello! You must be Professor [teacher’s name].”

Aunt: “Nope. I’m a student, just like you.”

(At this point, Student #1 takes a seat. Four more students enter, one after another, and each also assumes my aunt is the teacher. She continues to explain that she isn’t, remaining pleasant but obviously becoming a touch annoyed as the assumptions continue. Finally, the actual teacher enters. The teacher sees my aunt, pauses, and then looks around.)

Teacher: “Hm, I could have sworn this was my classroom. Sorry to interrupt!” *smiles, waves at my aunt then leaves the room*

Aunt: *facepalm*